The Soul That Wanders

[Draconio]

Here's another poem that I wrote. This isn't strictly a Doom poem, but it does have a Doomish mood/theme.

He wandered that world
Dark and cold
All around him
Lay fears untold
Blood ran deep
In crimson pools
Across that land
Where evil rules
With every step,
With every breath,
He felt the horror
Of endless death
That rusted pistol
He held forever
Comforting him
Though it fired never.